Carl stared blankly at the antlers that looked like dried twigs.
He was utterly astonished.
He never thought a person he had never met would be willing to sacrifice himself to save him, especially when he was in such a horrible state.
"W-Why?"
Carl looked up at the warm smile and asked. Even though he couldn't express himself with words, his' voice 'started to tremble.
"Because this is pain you shouldn't have to bear."
Bloody Mary then swung its hand backwards.
Wung!
Its hand was like an unsheathed sword, vibrating the air and cleanly cutting the antlers off.
The strange deer did dodge, but it wasn't as fast as Bloody Mary.
The strange deer went silent for a while after it saw Bloody Mary pull its antlers out from its chest and toss them on the ground as if nothing happened. Its voice grew gloomier and gloomier.
"Kin of the Mist, you want to stop me?"
Bloody Mary wasn't surprised at all when Kieran exposed its identity.
That kind of 'dried twig' ability was exactly the same as the one it encountered before. If the two of them weren't related, Bloody Mary wouldn't believe it.
As for how the deer found out so quickly?
The technological side had mobile phones and other communication methods.
The mystical side was even more convenient.
It was even more specific.
For example …
A contract!
The deer had the aura of a contract on it.
It seemed like these guys were truly working together.
To deal with the War Shrine and Lady Calamity!
All the guesses flashed over Bloody Mary's mind, but its face maintained a compassionate look.
"I'm not stopping him, I'm saving him.
He shouldn't have ended up like this.
In the eyes of my lord, none of this should have happened. "
Bloody Mary was ambiguous, speaking in a vague manner.
When it didn't know how to answer and couldn't keep quiet, it would choose to use the most mystical words to brush the deer off.
It was what its boss always did.
It agreed with Kieran.
It would remind the deer of what it wanted to hide the most.
The Mist was also eyeing the qualities of its prey!
The strange deer had such a thought in its heart.
Without a doubt, the prey before it had an extraordinary quality. It was much better than the prey it had hunted before. It only needed to polish it carefully before it could become a warrior that belonged to it.
A qualified warrior could only be found by chance.
The strange deer didn't want to give up, but it was also afraid of the 'dense fog' that had been hiding itself.
"He trespassed on my territory."
"He deserves to be punished."
The strange deer said in a deep voice.
"He has endured more than enough."
"The rest …"
"I'll take responsibility."
Bloody Mary sighed softly and walked towards the strange deer.
The deer was shocked and took two steps back, but when it realized Bloody Mary didn't do anything, standing right in front of it, it was confused.
"What are you doing?"
The strange deer asked.
"Take his place and bear your wrath until you think you can."
Bloody Mary said slowly.
A look of disbelief appeared on the strange deer's zombie-like face.
"Are you sure?"
The strange deer emphasized.
"I'm sure."
Bloody Mary nodded.
After Bloody Mary nodded, the strange deer's aura emanated killing intent.
Undisguised killing intent!
Against the sudden rise of the Mist, the few people around Sicar were highly vigilant, even though they were supposed to deal with the War Shrine and Lady Calamity.
After all, the concealment of the mist was too shocking for them to comprehend.
Just imagine, when they were fighting to the death against the War God Temple and Lady Calamity, and then the fog suddenly appeared. What kind of situation would that be?
Just the thought of it sent chills down the strange deer's spine.
Fortunately, they didn't notice the Mist, but the War Shrine and Lady Calamity did.
Of course, those two bastards didn't have any good intentions either, they just wanted to mess up their alliance.
The Mist's temporary hideout was the same.
Now, the 'kin' of the Mist wanted to die?
It was the same!
The Withering Branch wanted to devour the believers of the Mist.
It didn't mind turning the 'kin' of the Mist into its own warrior.
Puk!
Without any sign, the strange deer lowered its head and dashed towards Bloody Mary. Once again, its twig-like antlers plunged into Bloody Mary's body.
Then, it shook its head repeatedly.
Like a knife, Bloody Mary was sliced into pieces.
Pain!
A lot of pain!
Bloody Mary cursed the strange deer in its heart, but it maintained a smile on its face.
Even though it was chopped into pieces, it still maintained a smile.
Even though its head was crushed, it still maintained a smile.
Even though the people around it couldn't tell, it had to maintain the manners of an actor.
One minute!
Bloody Mary stood there, allowing the strange deer to attack it again and again.
Its body was crushed dozens of times.
Its head was crushed dozens of times.
But each time, it would recover.
Bloody Mary looked at the strange deer with a smile as usual.
The strange deer's murderous intent had been replaced by a hint of fear.
It was born after the Black Cataclysm.
Fellows similar to it had appeared around that time.
They knew each other very well.
Therefore, from the strange deer's point of view, the Mist that appeared after the Black Cataclysm should be similar to it, possessing a certain level of immortality but with a limit.
Being able to 'revive' once or twice would be enough.
Yet before its eyes, the 'kin' of the Mist had revived no less than a hundred times.
The cruel reality told the strange deer that it was different from the 'kin'.
Maybe …
The Mist wasn't born around Sicar in the first place!
It was the only explanation!
Then, the reason why the Mist was here …
The thought that popped up in its heart made the strange deer unwilling to stay any longer.
It was just a warrior.
Compared to the 'Dense Fog', it was really nothing.
Another cut.
Bloody Mary was dismembered and then reassembled.
The strange deer took two steps back when it saw Bloody Mary appear again.
"Enough?"
Bloody Mary asked softly.
"Hmph!"
Fear rose in its heart and it was in a hurry to leave. The strange deer grunted coldly and swiftly vanished into the pine forest outside the city.
Bloody Mary turned around after it saw the figure vanish from its sight.
It saw Carl, who was grateful and cautious at the same time.
Carl was grateful that Bloody Mary saved his life, but at the same time, he was cautious of the God of Mist.
Bloody Mary was very disdainful of the God of Mist in the past. Aside from the fact that the God of Mist was cruel, it lacked any technique and its favorite hobby was blood sacrifice.
It was unacceptable for any normal person.
Especially Carl, who was born in a noble family and had a good education, he was even more cautious.
Bloody Mary was certain that if it wasn't for the God of Mist saving its life, the God of Mist would have drawn its sword at it.
However, since Bloody Mary decided to make a move, it must get something out of it.
Cautious?
Cautious?
What was the big deal?
If you couldn't remove all these, it meant your acting skills weren't good enough.
As long as your acting skills were good enough, everything would come naturally.
Bloody Mary's body wobbled a little, showing a warm smile at Carl.
"It's fine, my brother, I …"
Before Carl could finish, Bloody Mary fell to the ground.
It was sudden and hurried.
There wasn't any sign!
Carl wasn't prepared at all.
In Carl's eyes, the strange deer was already a formidable foe, and Bloody Mary had reached an undefeatable level.
He saw how undefeatable Bloody Mary was with his own eyes.
However, Bloody Mary, the invincible Superior Demon in his heart, fell to the ground just like that. Its face was pale and its breath was getting weaker and weaker.
"How are you?"
Without a second thought, Carl helped Bloody Mary up.
Regardless, the God of Mist did save him before. It was an undeniable fact.
"I'm fine, my brother.
"Compared to the pain my master has suffered, what I have suffered is not even worth mentioning."
Bloody Mary looked weak, but even so, when it saw Carl, it showed a smile.
Carl felt Bloody Mary's smile was very irritating to his eyes.
"Why did you save me?
"I will not believe in the God of Mist!"
"I will never become your brother!"
Carl couldn't help but say.
Bloody Mary didn't answer, shaking its head with a smile.
"Can you send me to the west gate of Sicar?"
Bloody Mary asked.
"Sure."
Carl nodded without hesitation.
Holding Bloody Mary, Carl walked towards the west gate of Sicar. Phernesa was smart enough to follow. Carl knew he couldn't get close to the city in his current state. Even though he was a noble of Sicar, once he got close to the city, he would be attacked mercilessly.
Still, Carl agreed to Bloody Mary's request.
He wanted to repay the debt.
After he repaid the debt, he would think about Bloody Mary's goal and decide how to deal with it.
With that thought in mind, Carl supported Bloody Mary and carefully approached the west gate of Sicar. To his surprise, before he could even get close, a group of soldiers from Sicar ran over.
"Lord emissary!"
The leading young man shouted in a low voice, his voice full of worry. Then, the young man directly thanked him.
"Thank you for sending the lord emissary back.
I am very grateful! "
The young leader then bowed to Carl.
Not just the young leader, the others behind him did the same as well.
"If you have any trouble, you can look for me here, I am Shegal!"
Said the young leader as he helped Bloody Mary over. The group of soldiers swiftly vanished into the night, leaving Carl and Phernesa at a loss in the night breeze.
Shegal. Carl knew.
He was one of the top figures in the city guards.
He was young, strong, and had outstanding swordsmanship. He didn't expect Shegal to be a believer of the God of Mist, just like how he didn't expect things to turn out like this when he arrived at the city.
There was no roping in as he expected.
There wasn't even a mention of it.
Of course, there wasn't the fear that Carl and Phernesa should have.
Everything was very natural.
It was the attitude of a savior.
The gratitude that came from the bottom of his heart wasn't faked.
Karl believed that he could tell this apart.
But the more he did, the more uncomfortable he felt.
"I am the one who was saved!"
Carl said softly.
Unfortunately, other than Phernesa, no one else heard him.
Phernesa might be smart, but it didn't have the ability to understand such complicated feelings. All it could do was glare at its master with its soul fire burning eyes.
A while later, Carl came back to his senses.
He decided to leave the city for the time being.
Given his current condition, the wilderness was the best choice.
After getting his bearings, Carl rode on Phernesa and headed east of Sicar.
There was a dense forest there.
The War Shrine was patrolled once a month.
Three days ago, the place was just patrolled, so hiding there for the time being would be the best choice.
As for after that?
He wasn't in a hurry to figure out his current condition.
…
"Well done."
Kieran praised.
Through the power of the contract, Kieran witnessed everything and he couldn't help but applaud Bloody Mary's reaction.
Even if he was in Bloody Mary's shoes, Kieran didn't think he could have done a better job than Bloody Mary.
After all, some of Bloody Mary's abilities were very practical.
However, because of that, Kieran felt Bloody Mary still had potential to be excavated.
Capable people did more work, wasn't it?
Kieran looked down at [Lord of Mist] in his hand. Pure Power of Faith flowed out from it endlessly and was absorbed by Gluttony, converted into the purest Origin Force and circulated in his body.
Perhaps it wasn't a lot, but it was a never-ending supply.
Whether it was Kieran or Gluttony, both were very satisfied.
That was why Kieran was interested in the so-called "gathering".
"A gathering of the local Evil Gods?
And it's in the mansion of the viscount of Sicar. "
Kieran raised his hand and knocked on the table, his eyes filled with rumination.
A noble who worshiped the God of War and even put the emblem on his family's coat of arms would be colluding with many Evil Gods? It was something no one would expect.
Or was the real viscount of Sicar dead?
Was the viscount just a puppet now?
It didn't make sense.
The viscount was a devoted believer of the God of War, visiting the War Shrine every week to pray. If it was fake, the War Shrine would have known.
Similarly, if the viscount was colluding with the other Evil Gods, the War Shrine would have noticed as well.
Unless …
The War Shrine knew everything.
Everything the viscount did was the will of the God of War that the War Shrine worshiped!
If that was the case, the viscount must have spent a lot of effort in order to gain the recognition of the Evil Gods.
As for how the viscount gained the trust of the Evil Gods, Kieran wasn't too concerned.
At the moment, he was more concerned about Borl's arrival in Sicar and the changes that happened to the city. He wondered if the changes were within Broker's expectations.
Or maybe this was all part of Broker's plan all along?
If that was the case, what did Broker want from him?
And of course, there was that …
Lady Calamity!
Once he thought of Lady Calamity, Kieran couldn't help but frown.
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